Of our sentiments.
The only absence felt…
Comes when we must condone,
Our separate callings.
You there in creative sacrifice you give.
And I am here receiving…
Your touch that makes my breathing,
Worth the life I live!
Contiguous is this giving between me and you.
To last as we share,
Throughout eternity that keeps us aware…
When that special touch is there,

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